here are the images that have been playing on my mind all day since i made this edit, aka the one and only mister steve rogers. i had to put those two songs together to match the narrative in my brain but basically: it's torture for tony to be around steve because he has little self control — so he tries to remind himself that it's a bad idea to pursue something, as he continues to admire from afar. that's it. that's the video. 🤭🫣
no idea if these kind of videos make any sense on tumblr, so might delete — mostly wanted to quickly show my friends on here
(Update) the original post was found she is on twitter @crybabyao3
I SAW THIS ON TWITTER BUT I CANT FIND THE USER BECAUSE ITS A SCREENSHOT THAT WAS CROPPED. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHO THE ORIGINAL POSTER IS SO I CAN TAG THEM AND GIVE THEM THE CREDIT THEY DESERVE. 🥺💖
Now that being said I also made my own edited picture on top and I think it’s glorious. Whoever thought of this idea you are a fucking genius. It’s the slutty chains for me. Thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for always encouraging me to post 😂
Link to original post and twitter profile of original creator 💕💖
howdy hi! so this is actually super totally random but pitifulbaby has this one edit of steve and it’s giving steve from I’m on fire?? maybe it’s just me but hooooooooo boy got me feeling some type of way
okay I didn’t know who you meant at first but I went and found @pitifulbaby and I knew exactly the one you were referring to!
It’s THIS one right??? AHSGSGSHHSSKYG
you are so right, it’s giving early-20’s biker Steve back when he also had a skateboard, when he was still a tattoo apprentice and a Prospect with the MC 😭
written for @steddiemicrofic | prompt: ‘pin’ | wc: 388 | rated: T | cw: slightly racy photos?
“Oh my god,” Eddie gasps.
“Oh my god,” Steve echoes, groaning.
Eddie hadn’t meant to drop the box, but it was heavy; it had been a rescue from the back of Steve’s closet as they moved his stuff out of his old apartment (preparing to move into their new one, together), and it had been full of forgotten papers and old magazines and – photos.
The stash had spilled out in front of Eddie like it had been waiting for him, full-color and glossy and glorious.
There’s Steve posed front and center, on his knees and looking back over his shoulder at the camera. He’s wearing a little pair of navy blue shorts and a little red ascot and precious little else. The shorts are indecently high-cut, hugging his ass like they were made for it, but it’s the sailor hat settled jauntily on top of his head that really makes it for Eddie. Steve’s eyes are wide and sweet, as if he’s been caught by surprise, with his lips parted in that inviting way that haunts Eddie’s dreams, even though he can technically see it any time he likes now.
He’s the very picture of a perfect little pin-up boy.
“Oh my god,” Eddie says again, unable to get much else out.
“It was– uh, for a magazine,” Steve stutters out. “I forgot I even had copies of that shoot.”
“Uh huh.” Eddie nods, still staring, mesmerized, at the pictures in his hands.
“It was during college, after my dad cut me off. I needed another job, and this paid, like, surprisingly well, and–”
“It damn well better have,” Eddie says, finally smirking up at Steve. “I bet they made bank off of you, baby.”
Steve pauses, blinking. “You’re not– upset?”
“Why would I be upset?” Eddie asks; honestly, he’ll only be upset if Steve tries to pry the photos away from him before he’s had a chance to thoroughly inspect them.
“Just– some people have gotten… jealous, I guess?” Steve shrugs, glancing away.
“Other people can look if they want.” Eddie leans over to press a reassuring kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I know I’m the only one who gets you live and in person.”
Slowly, Steve smiles. “Well. If you like the sailor shoot, I bet you’ll love some of the others.”